A/N: Ahhhhhh, you guys don’t know how good it feels to write again! I missed it soo much 😁 Here, I have a little something inspired by the GIF above which is by the way NOT mine!!! Let me know what you think! Enjoooyyyyyyy!!
“I love you…” Y/N spoke to the sleeping beauty right next to her. Her fingers ran through his chocolate brown locks and slightly massaging his scalp in a loving manner. Oh, how good it was to have him back in her arms. To have his legs tangled with hers.
The day prior, Harry had finally come back from his tour, making Y/N happy like she had never been before. She had missed so incredibly much. Once she was pressed against his chest again, everything felt okay. The loneliness she experienced the last couple of months had just vanished with a snap. She felt safe and secured now that her other half was there.
They hadn’t done anything sexual after his return like usually, even though they weren’t active for months. Y/N knew exactly he was tired from his long journey and wanted to spoil him, so he could relax. So instead, they had a very nice and comfortable dinner, in which Harry told her the about the experiences he had made on tour, despite Y/N had been told before when they facetimed every day or night. Then, they cuddled against the sofa, savoring each other’s presence while watching a movie, sharing affectionate kisses from time to time, until Harry’s eyelids began to get heavy and he fell asleep. Of course, Y/N could only watch him in with awe evident on her face.
She had been eagerly waiting for the days to pass until she and Harry were united again, and she couldn’t believe that this day had finally arrived. It really had felt like they hadn’t seen each other for years, but it had been only a few months.
Harry’s lips were slightly apart, little snores escaping his lips which Y/N found adorable.
She led her fingers to his bare stomach and gently yet carefully traced the outline of his butterfly tattoo, feeling the surface of his warm skin underneath her fingertips and the muscles of his abs slightly contracting to her touch.
The corner of her lips curved into a smile. She wanted to live in this moment forever.
Her hands explored every accessible part of his body. Her eyes marked every single detail of his wonderful carved and handsome face, so that they would never forget what he looked like in this close proximity. Her lips ghosted over his to always remember how they tasted. She loved him so much.
She loved him so much and the fear of losing him was too great. There was no denial that she often thought about what her life would be like without Harry in it. And she always came to the same conclusion: it would feel like a lonely and dreadful desert with no escape or way out of it. She would get lost, if there was no Harry to guide her.
With Harry beside her, she enjoyed her colorful, rainbow-filled life. He made her smile, he made her feel loved, and especially he encouraged her to accept herself the way she is and to see the beauty that he saw in front of him.
She placed a tender kiss on the spot underneath his collarbones, then leading her lips up to his neck where they lingered for a while, teasing and tickling his sensitive skin. Normally, she would’ve never dared to interrupt his sleep, only because he looked like an ethereal angel, however, at that moment she felt like her heart would burst into flames if he wouldn’t wake up, open his beautiful green eyes and lay his gaze one her. Looking and smiling at her reassuringly; that’s the only confirmation she needed to realize that Harry had been indeed back from his tour and not just a product of her imagination. Because now, everything reminded her of a dream. As if Harry was still miles away from her, touring the world and bringing joy to his fans while Y/N was longing to have her boyfriend with her.
Her teeth slowly grazed the skin of his neck, a chuckle escaping her lips when she felt his body flinch next to her. She continued her sweet assault until she elicited a whiney, but pleasure-filled groan from Harry’s mouth.
With a swift motion, she tore herself from her lying position and climbed onto Harry’s lap, straddling him, her mouth never leaving his neck. Her tongue and mouth combined worked their wonders on him, eager to create a bruise that he would keep for a long while and for everyone to see.
Even though the world knew that Harry was a taken man, there were still rude women who tried their chances on him despite Harry pushing them away and Y/N was sick of it. Just because she did not say anything, it didn’t mean she liked it. Nobody should get the wrong idea anymore, and from now on Y/N would be ruthlessly showing off her relationship with him.
‘Look I’m the girl who my Harry is in love with. I’m the one who gets to kiss him. I’m the one who holds his hand. I’m the one who sleeps beside him. I’m the one he sees first when he wakes up and the one he sees the last before he sleeps. So please, for the love of god, just fuck off.’
She wanted to shout these words from the rooftops.
“Y/N…” Harry mumbled her name, the deep sound of his morning voice sending little electric shocks through her veins. She buried her face more against his skin, taking in his scent that Y/N was addicted to.
Harry opened his eyes bit by bits, smiling like a fool when he felt his girlfriend on top of him, giving him attention.
Cupping her cheek, he de-attached her lips from his neck to look at her properly. His eyes mirrored pure love that he only felt for the young woman. The owner of his heart.
She looked so breathtaking in her morning glow, feeling so smooth and soft as his hands ran up and down her arms. Their faces were only inches apart. A little bit closer and their lips would greet each other.
Harry swiped a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Good morning, sweetheart.”
Instead of answering, Y/N closed the gap between them by pressing her mouth tightly against his own, putting all the emotions that she kept hidden inside her for the last couple of hours. They let their tongues create their own dance and their breaths mixing with each other, breathing life into the other one’s body.
‘Please god, do not take him away from me’
Was it possible to love someone so unconditionally that you felt like you might break? That it felt like you would jump off a cliff into nothingness if that special person was not there to catch you? Was it possible that your heart crumbled into pieces whenever the love of your life was not with you? Yes. And Y/N went through it every single time when she was parted from Harry.
They kissed each other with hunger, a hunger that they thought would never be possible to show.
Y/N’s lungs felt like exploding and her heart practically skipped beats out of sheer love, but she just couldn’t get enough of him.
Harry was like a drug, she was heavily addicted to him. So, the other way around. Harry was infatuated with his love.
When they parted, they whispered their names to each other, laced with passion and affection behind it, looking at each other as if they held the whole world in their hands.
“Are you happy?” Harry asked her.
“More than that, actually.” She brushed the tip of her nose against his.
She found that this morning, there was no need for exchanging too much words. And Harry was okay with it. They just let their actions speak. They let their hearts speak.
“Hold me tight.” She whispered into the crook of his neck, feeling Harry’s strong arms tightening around her middle as he pulled her closer to his chest and kissing the crown of her head.
